well There's A Radiator Settin' In The Corner Of My Room
yeah That Radiator May Indirectly Spell My Doom
'cause With Winter Set To Come My Empty Pockets Mean It's Cold As A Tomb
so Tomorrow Morning I'll Take Myself Down Into Town
yeah Tomorrow Morning You Know Where I'll Be Hanging 'round
gonna Find Myself Some Mischief 'til The Law Comes And Takes Me Downtown
go Feed My Dog
take In My Mail
if Everything Goes Right I'll Get At Least A Month In Jail/I'll Spend All Winter In Jail
oh Good Ole Sheriff Taylor, You Know I'm Just A Simple Soul
don't Mind Me, Sheriff Taylor, Just Want To Come In From The Cold
and It's A Lucky Break For Me You Came Along, You've Got The Law To Uphold
repeat Bridge
where There's A Radiator To Warm The Chill Off These Old Bones
yeah That Radiator Makes It The Next Best Thing To Home
i Guess A Body's Got To Do What A Body's Got To Do To Get Along.
